a joining one
09-25-2013, 02:54 PM
Another scent would tickle the King's senses, alerting him to a stranger at his borders. The flow of rogues at his borders had been slowly increasing. So far they usually only came one at a time and that was completely fine with him. He wasn't looking to get overwhelmed by a hoard of wolves. One at a time was fast enough for him. The King would rise from his perch atop his den, taking a moment to stretch before he would descend, moving slowly towards the border. Who would it be this time? What would this new wolf be like? It was certainly fun in the aspect of never knowing what kind of wolf would decide to cross over to his borders, but the cobalt King would approach with his guard down. One could never be too trusting of strangers. Ebony limbs would pull the King to the border, icy gaze fixating on the ivory figure of a man. A curt nod was presented to the white man as he approached, slowing to a stop before him. Afternoon. I am Taurig, kind of these lands. What has brought you to my borders? Talk like this |